I have finally booked accommodation (in Glasgow) and storage (here); but have discovered that my plane ticket appears to have me down for a 26hr stopover in Dubai, that I have no plans for whatsoever?! I guess that could be a wee adventure - very wee, and undoubtedly expensive for what it will amount to.
At least, finally, I am pleased to announce, that (after much faffing around) I have completed the renovation of my home away from home:
1 x sari-lined aluminium trunk (with a bit of Lawson Cyprus to overcome that smell - like the previous owner's cat had died in it, or something...).
I have finished work too, and so am offically unemployed as of last friday! It is rather odd, in some respects, not to have to get up in the morning and go to work. It is like having the Christmas break in the middle of winter - odd definately, but something I'll have to get used to I expect! And the whole "last day" thing was fairly anti-climatic in the event, what with all and sundry down in Wellington for the mock-conference, except (of course) your's truly, who had originally intended to be in Scotland by then, already.
Although, the delay is quite possibly a good thing, as I have not yet gotten very far with my plan to become terribly cultured and knowledgable about Whisky, before my arrival - but I have got 1 bottle and a 1930s book!
So then, last night, upstairs in the front living room, I was showing J. my shiny new (to me anyway) trunk, while Y. was downstairs watching the end of the final of Dancing With the Stars. Suddenly, there was a great deal of noise: blood-curdling screams and jumping-up-and-downs, from downstairs. Honestly, I didn't think DWTS could be that exciting! Well, no, actually, not DWTS: T-rex and a rather largish rat - still running and squeaking (adding thereby to the overall noise levels). But he was very good, and took it outside when told (extremely sternly) that rats are simply not acceptable for inside play. Which is how it became the end of the final of the squeaky rat...
I guess at this juncture I could seek out some odd, twee, little quote along the lines of "when one life ends, another is just beginning..." but I am unsure as to whether comparing my new life in Glasgow with the short sharp (and unhygenic!) life of a rat is ultimately palatable...
